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| Tuesday, 24-Feb-2004 00:00 |
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Burning horizon at sun up
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Mineralized skulls
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| Saturday, 21-Feb-2004 00:00 |
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Jouault--Touché, and I still want to visit Jersey. Fully clothed in the artistic paradigm that defines my era, I like to consider myself a dj, a remix artist who compliments his favorite works with elements of his own influence. Enjoy the weekend!
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| Wednesday, 11-Feb-2004 00:00 |
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Jeff is mad
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Crystal
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A "hairy-faced picture," for Megan
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| Sunday, 8-Feb-2004 00:00 |
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Beards are for fags
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...like a Polaroid pitch-ah
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| Thursday, 5-Feb-2004 00:00 |
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| Wednesday, 4-Feb-2004 00:00 |
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Moon and contrails over airport
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Contrail and shadow on cloud
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The sky last night was glorious. I snapped a couple of shots in the great open area around the airport. It's enough to make me want to catch a flight, to anywhere.
Ignore the weather map, it's just a reference for something at my other site.
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| Tuesday, 3-Feb-2004 00:00 |
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| Sunday, 1-Feb-2004 00:00 |
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After Dale
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After Dragan
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| Saturday, 31-Jan-2004 00:00 |
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Paintings from Photographs - Europe 2001
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Megan in Orléans, brushing her hair
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Francisco in Amsterdam, smoking and listening to music
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When Megan, Steven and I lived together last year I did a few paintings based on photographs I had taken during our great European trek in 2001.
The painting of Megan was done from a photograph of her brushing her hair in front of a series of mirrors in our room. We were in Orléans, my hometown during my study abroad, and the cheapest spot we could find was this self-service hotel called "Formule 1." Imagine a single story Motel 6 that has no human employees, only doors that open and close if you know the entry code that you receive upon payment. Even the bathrooms require no maintenance: after each use, the door locks temporarily as hot liquid disinfectant is hosed throughout. Weird. To avoid the hassle of having to use all of the electronic entry-and-exit equipment, we figured out that we could just leave our window unlocked. Hey, it was much easier than the front door. Each room had its own sink stashed in the corner, and the accompanying mirror was actually two planes at right angles to one another. Standing back a bit produced an interesting infinite reflection effect, magnified to an even greater extent if one opened the window into the room. If you looked through the window panes at the mirror, the infinity effect was compounded by reflections from the window's glass surface.
Francisco was a Texan we met while scavenging for a hostel at dawn our first full day in Amsterdam. We had just spent half of the night on the street before caving in and getting a hotel room (for an entire four hours). Thank god we did, though, because the hotel t.v. was broadcasting an old BBC program called 'the Magic Roundabout,' which to this day remains a part of our canon of stoner legend. Not to mention that for that entire first night of Amsterdam revelry the only food we had was a single protein bar and a third of a pack of Mentos. The following morning we set out at an ungodly hour to ensure that we could actually find a hostel. While waiting for one, La Canna, to open (and we were one of the first people in line), we ran into Francisco. We got fries, shared with Francisco, and we all decided to hang out together for the next few days. We all went in on a room, and it turned out to be the fucking coolest spot in Amsterdam: the top room at La Canna. The painting is made after a photo I took of Francisco sitting in the window, backlit as he smokes with his headphones on. We had this three day tradition of, in between active touristy things, coming back to the room to get lit up, listen to music, nap, then wake up refreshed and ready for more weed and tourism. At one point I woke up from a doze, looked up to see Francisco off in contemplation (AMSTERDAM!), and snapped one of my most memorable shots ever.
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| Friday, 30-Jan-2004 00:00 |
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This is the album cover for the Life Soundtrack.
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I might leave it in mutton chops, though....
